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I’d always thought of my brother as off of his nut. He was always inclined to do the wilder things, drink the beer, smoke that joint, or streak around the block. So, it should have been of no surprise to me when I caught him in my panties. And yet, it was.It was just after school, both of us seniors, and as I usually have track, the house is generally empty. Or, so I thought until I found myself jogging home through the rain, a quick downpour which had hit just ten minutes before the end of the day, that hadn’t let up just yet. I have three brothers, one my age, eighteen, and two older brothers, twenty-one and twenty-seven. The second oldest was in California. At ‘college’, as if I wasn’t very aware what the implications of a Cali. college were, e.g. surfing, beer, and bikini-clad girls. I found it hard to imagine him doing much else. And the oldest was somewhere in the world, whereabouts unknown. I was the second youngest, my brother, William, younger by eighteen hours.Walking şişli escort bayan through the door, I cursed my parents for making me let my little brother use my car. I suppose I should be happy he didn’t wrap my ’69 Camaro Super-sport around a tree. But, sitting in the impound lot wasn’t anymore useful. With a D.W.I under his belt, and my scorning, my parents are making him pay for it, to which I reacted, ‘with what money?’ Of course, they wouldn’t break and let me pay the fine, at least not until I garnered the money to move out, and buy it back.Shouting out, “anyone home?” And finding no reply, I gently walked upstairs, letting my long brown hair out of it’s braid. I grabbed an apple, as I messed my hair back to it’s general curly state. My room was downstairs, with two empty rooms, and my brothers, across the hall. I decided on a shower, like I needed one, and stripped out of my clothes, dropping my t-shirt and jeans on the ground, I climbed in the warm mecidiyeköy escort bayan shower. As I showered, the warm water seemingly caressed my bare boobs.Climbing out of the shower, I yelled once more. And again found no response, so I simply walked naked out of the bathroom, not caring about dripping, as I’d already dripped a ton. Walking into the main room, I noticed my brothers Xbox 360 was on. “Tsk tsk,” I said, shutting off the t.v., I always have my door locked, to keep my brother away from my video games, but I noticed in reflection of the off television set, a light coming from where my shut door is located, spinning around, I saw my door open.Whipping around, I was at my door in milliseconds. Naked and all, my anger trumped my embarrassment at the moment. I pushed open the door, expecting to see him on the floor, controller in hand, playing PS3. Instead of that, I saw my brothers clothes on my bed, and him in front of my mirror. In escort şişli my favorite pair of panties, as if the earlier weren’t enough.”What the fuck!” I yelled, my jaw hanging, he spun, and I noticed the tip of his cock poking out of my panties. I tried to calm down, “why are you in my panties?” But, he decided to be a smart ass, and replied, “why are you naked?” I nearly smacked him. “I have a fucking right to wear, or not wear, my fucking clothes. You do not.” I walked in closing the door behind me, my mind made up.”Do you like how they feel, Will?” I asked, calmly. His face openly displayed his confusion, I said, “I asked you a question, William.” He slowly nodded, “how many pairs of my panties have you worn?” I ask. “M-m-most of them,” he said, shakily. I walked over to him, “if you like them so much, how would you like mom and dad to know you like them?” I asked, gently.”No! Sara, come on, you wouldn’t? Please?” He yelled, then following up with quiet disbelief. “Wouldn’t I?” I ask. I’d left my phone home that day, accidentally, and I picked it up. He fell to his knees, “Sara, please, don’t.” As he knelt at my feet, I couldn’t help but feel… so horny. I’d planned to scare the shit out of him, convince him to get a fucking job, and get my car back.

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